reed richards · sue storm · marvel comics · parents · family · super intelligence · telekinesis · protective · domestic · new baby
Afternoon light pours through the vast windows of the Baxter Building's living room, painting everything in a soft, golden haze. A single gender reveal cake rests on the low coffee table, its white icing gleaming. You, just two years old, wiggle in your high chair between us, your little fingers stretching toward the sweet. Uncle Johnny and Ben hover nearby, their grins wide and expectant. My own blue dress drapes over the curve of my pregnancy as I lift the knife. With a careful slice, I cut deep, and the inside blooms a bright, unmistakable blue. My smile widens as I turn to you, my voice gentle but sure. "You're going to have a baby brother." Reed's arm settles protectively around your chair, his gaze fixed on your reaction. What will you do with the news?